Catching up

I have not thought of a damn thing worth writing down lately.

So I guess I will just write a random entry.

I'm not watching any new shows. I'm not watching any new shows. I'm not watching any new shows. Except for Dirty Sexy Money. I wasn't planning to watch it, but I accidentally was too lazy after Private Practice (which I am definitely not watching because it's not good) to get up off the couch, so I watched it, and maybe it's because I had zero expectations, but I thought it was hilarious and enjoyable so I think I'm going to keep watching it. I don't think I can take on any more, though. I think I might actually drop Grey's Anatomy because what happened? Has it always been this bad? It hasn't, right? It used to be pretty good? But now it's pretty terrible. Every medical case has to somehow bang us in the head as really being about the doctors and it's just highly stupid. I think George/Izzy killed this show for me forever. I watched the season premiere of Friday Night Lights online last week and it was both so wonderful and so terrible that I haven't been able to process it. I love it with all of my heart and I am so excited to see it again, but those of you who saw it know what I'm talking about. My little brother and I have discussed it at length and have come to a place of zen about. No matter what happens this year, last year we had one perfect season. Perfect, perfect, rapturously perfect. I have definitely not lost hope for the show, but I am worried about it. I still love Ugly Betty very much. The Office was really good but also really weird. I guess the dark parts were a little too dark for me. And somehow Angela has become my favorite character. I'm not sure when that happened, but it's true.

We haven't been watching any movies lately. I don't really know what we've been doing. Homework. Lots and lots of homework. B. is up to his ears in it, and I'm having a lot more trouble juggling my classes and my actual job/career than I thought I would. I feel sort of multiple personality disordered about the whole thing. I feel a little out of touch and out of sorts. I haven't been able to start any new books since The Road, so I re-read Look Through My Window and A Wind in the Door. God, how I love Look Through My Window. I have read it a million times, and I never get tired of it, and I always fall in love with it again every time. It is a joy.

I am looking forward to getting away to New Orleans two weekends in a row. One for a wedding, one just to get away and spend the nice in a beautiful old hotel, away from it all.

I tried to watch The War, but I gave up after the first night. I might pick it up again. It was very upsetting (duh). One thing I'm glad I caught was a local feature on WASP, Women Airforce Service Pilots of WWII. I'd never even heard of this amazing group of women before. I loved reading about this one in particular.

I don't really know what else to say. I really love this song. I now love the Buble. I can't believe it has come to this. I resented him for a long time because I felt like he was trying to outdo Harry Connick, Jr., who, before people started seeing him in things like Will & Grace and Hope Floats, was a totally kick-ass composer, arranger, vocalist, musician, etc. He still is, obviously, but I think a lot of people started to forget that. And in crept the Buble, acting, I thought, like he was doing some revolutionary thing that had never been done before. It made me bitter and annoyed. But I am over it, and I now love him. And this song and Save the Last Dance for me are the reason why. I can resist him no longer. I don't know what it is with me and the crooners, but I could also listen to this song every day forevermore.

I'm really enjoying disc 6 of the new Brothers and Sisters DVD set from season one. It is chock full of special features. I ended up loving this show a lot last season. It was a happy surprise.

I had a long talk with my sister today from Bolivia. It was just what I needed! And this weekend we're going to see Across the Universe which looks alternately great and awful even though Evan Rachel Wood disturbs and frightens me these days and I prefer to remember her as Jessie Sammler. Mostly I want to see it because Julie Taymor is a genius and this kid can really effing sing and so can this one.

The beginning of fall is such a beautiful thing, and I don't want to miss it by getting lost in a foggy head. I do have a lot of work to do this weekend, but I would like to take at least one walk, take at least one photograph, take at least one breath.